I hate the way you never answer
with more than two words
why do my questions seem like cancer
or at least minorly absurd
I hate the way you run away
from every emotion you've ever had
you just place them at bay
whether happy, angry or sad
I hate the way I still want you
and can't get you out of my mind
no matter what I'm pretending to do
you creep back into my brain I find
I hate the way you are constantly preoccupied
and that you never instigate conversation
who knows how many times you've lied
just to avoid my penetration
I hate the way you put up walls
for idiots like me to get passed
it wouldn't matter how many e-mails or calls
I'd never get through, it'd never last
I hate that even if you opened your heart
for one more chance at something
I wouldn't know where to start
because there's nothing left for me to bring
I hate that if I gave you all I can
you still would not care
and would still empower your ban
on my affection in this affair
but most of all I hate
that I'm not on your plate
and even if it's too late
I still want to wait
Andrew Jones
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/even-if-it-s-too-late/
